The little bastards riding in the night
Hold the flag up high for the fight
The age of innocence is ran over by might
Predators they return to the scene of the crime
Crush their heads
Rip their bodies apart
Relieve them from their sins
Guts hanging out
Ain't that pretty or what
Your body just became your grave
Vengeful and his veins full of toxic hate
His creators won't laugh at him now
When their worst nightmares become flesh
And the monster laughs at them in his turn
Crush their heads
Rip their bodies apart
Relieve them from their sins
Guts hanging out
Ain't that pretty or what
Your body just became your grave
Let's see if you've got guts!
